The vast forest sea west of Harrison Port is where the redwood natives once lived.

At that time, the natives were all over every corner of the forest, and there were thousands of different miasma and poisonous insects hidden in the seemingly harmless woods, even if they were both natives and not from the same tribe, they would feel that they were struggling step by step.

So Viscount Grant chose to bombard with cannonballs.

No matter how much money is spent or how much it costs, Viscount Grant will definitely plow the ground once with ordinary gunpowder artillery, and then use alchemy artillery to strike at fixed points a few times before letting the convoy open - for this frontier settlement area that is difficult to replenish with additional population, people are far more important than money.

Decades have passed, and the jungle west of Port Harrison is basically full of new trees, and all those ancient miasma and Gu worms have been swept away.

When the Aborigines were defeated six years ago and their sphere of influence shrank greatly, this wooded area, which had been swept many times but had not yet been fully incorporated into Port Harrison's sphere of influence, was called the 'Infield'.

The indigenous people have been withdrawn, but there are still many forest areas left by miasma poisonous insects, which are called 'outfield'.

Ian often goes hunting in the wilderness, and his prey ranges from wild boars, deer, rabbits, and squirrels to those who can't understand what it is, and their heads are like bats, four-legged small beasts, and he has caught basically anything, even mosquitoes.

These are all designed to enrich the library of silver chips.

Yes, rich database.

Ian discovered that the silver chip did not recognize all kinds of creatures, and its so-called identification was actually based on Ian's sensory organs to observe, extract knowledge from its database, analyze it, and then obtain results.

If you think about it carefully, the age of this chip is at least 1,600 years old, and it has witnessed the collapse of the New Moon, even if the original data entry person is very detailed, it is impossible to record in advance the various animals, plants and insects that have evolved naturally after more than 1,000 years.

The more the silver chip is identified, the richer the information it is, and the more effective the information it gives.

But the more this happened, the more Ian felt that this thing should be unlikely to be a creation of a pre-era civilization.

It's too powerful, it's definitely not something that can be made by bias...... All of the pre-era artifacts Ian has seen so far don't match its style.

But Ian didn't care too much about those things either.

At the end of the day, if there's something good to use, you don't need to think too much about where it came from.

Redwood forest, outfield.

With a high-pressure water cannon slung to his waist and a fine iron sword from the blacksmith's side casually carrying, Ian walked through the dense woodland of the outfield, looking around for prey.

He's here to hunt.

Most of the beasts in the inner wild are small roe deer rabbits and rodents whose names are unknown, and they can fill their stomachs if they are caught, but if they want to make a big gain, they have to go to the unravaged ecosystems in the wilderness.

Ian is now deep into the depths of the field.

There was a thick layer of mist hanging in the forest, like a slightly dirty gauze coat, and some black trees hidden under the miasma could be faintly seen, as well as the cobwebs of some latent fog spiders whose veins could not be seen at all in the mist.

The latent fog spider is a kind of giant spider with highly poisonous and potential to become a monster, generally the size of a human head, the venom is corrosive, the toughness of the spider web is not strong, but the viscosity is very large, and if you are not careful, it will make people move out of order, roll in the dense forest, and then be wrapped in more spider webs, resulting in subsequent spider bite poisoning.

The Demonic-Beast-level Hidden Fog Spider is the Rotten Spider that used to inhabit the depths of the Misty Mountain Forest in the Indigenous Holy Land, so their materials are also quite valuable, whether it is magic potions, poisons, or alchemical potions.

But Ian wasn't targeting them.

"Sure enough, as soon as I left the city, I was followed by indigenous spies."

At this moment, Ian, who had already turned on the Foresight and the Silver Chip, had a full view of all the creatures in the entire Miasma—even the spiders and natives who were aware of Suo's constant movement did not see more clearly than he could.

Ever since Ian left the city, he noticed that a group of natives had spotted him, and several of them immediately turned back to report the news to the lair.

Obviously, the natives had a plan for Ian, but he couldn't figure out why.

"Could it be that Patrick is looking for trouble again? If they were, they were too fast—and the fact that they were able to cooperate so quickly is a testament to how much the natives hate me, too. ”

Ian wasn't surprised by this, after all, he was the one who defeated the Swamp Crocodile and made the Great Shaman's invasion plan fall short...... Viscount Grant could deceive ordinary people, but as a witness to the battlefield at that time, the Great Shaman absolutely knew who his real enemies were.

Moreover, for the natives, such a mere 'wave singer' is really a good target to kill.

Ian sees them as well.

"After shopping for so long, no matter how free and loose the natives are, it's time to arrive."

As Ian thought, soon, in the Prophetic Vision, batches of crimson light and shadow poured in.

Moreover, the body of the mist light and shadow carries an artifact that can give Ian a 'sense of danger'.

The boy stopped, and stood in the mist-filled mountain forest, above the roots of a decaying tree in a clearing in the forest.

And gradually more and more indigenous hunters are surrounding.

For a moment, the entire Outer Fog Forest fell into an eerie silence, and only the noise of the wind sweeping through the forests and shaking the branches and leaves was the only sound in this strange environment.

- The people are almost there.

Knowing this, Ian nodded slightly, and he took a step forward.

"Spread out."

He uttered the words, essentia worked, and the surrounding mist miasma was dispelled by the shock, and all the liquid dispersed and subsided in accordance with the boy's voice.

- The power of the Wave Singer, who can control the flow of water with his voice...... But it is only when the ship is propelled that it is necessary to sing the praises continuously.

Usually, just a few words of sound waves are enough to do many things.

With Ian's clear drink, the mist subsided, and the fog in the forest visibly faded to the naked eye, and many of the natives hiding around Ian, as well as the hidden fog spiders they cultivated, all appeared as the mist miasma dissipated.

They weren't panicking at the loss of concealment, and everyone looked at Ian with hatred, almost fanatical determination.

And when they appeared, Ian couldn't help but be surprised.

"Grass."

With his eyes wide open, Ian saw the rows of obviously very well-made firecrackers in the other party's hands, and even alchemical firecrackers, and couldn't help but feel an unbelievable absurdity: "The natives also use firearms?!" It's still such a sophisticated active version of alchemy firearms! ”

"Moreover, it is not an imperial system...... It's a brand new style I've never seen before! ”

Now Ian found out what could be a possible life crisis for his unsuspecting self...... But one question is answered, and one or more new questions arise.

Where did these firearms come from? When did the natives get them?

And......

"These firearms are much newer than Port Harrison, and they seem to be in the style of the Flame Lands – there is research value."

There was a silvery blue halo in his eyes, and Ian, who had just planned to lure the snake out of the hole to see the situation, was completely motivated.

The firearm that the native aimed at his body was like a materialization, so that the boy could clearly feel that the other party had aimed at his forehead, heart, arms, shoulders and legs, and there was not a trace of blind spots.

- These people are the best hunters, and with the natural abilities of the Terra, they can quickly transform into the best gunslingers.

So Ian held the sword in his right hand, his left hand on the high-pressure water gun at his waist, and looked at the natives whose hands were already on the trigger.

The next moment, the natives pulled the trigger.

Ian's form vanished in place.

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